Day 8
We got up at around 8:30 again and got ready. I was not too sure if I fancied breakfast so I sent Graham ahead and I finished up packing. I then decided that I might as well get some breakfast as we had a busy day ahead of us. Graham had coffee, orange juice, apples, yoghurt, fruit salad and baguette with cold cuts and cheese. I had mint tea, baguette with salami and cheese, Madeleine and some chocolate chip cake. After breakfast we headed back to the room. While Graham finished his packing, I checked my emails and Facebook and then I unplugged the router and packed it up. Once Graham was ready, we left. We checked out and paid for our extras. I noticed that they had not charged us for the Internet and the extra dryer token so there were more freebies. Then we headed off towards the station.
Even though the walk to the station did feel about twice as long with the luggage, we got there in plenty of time. We had our tickets already so we did not have to worry about this. Our train was not even listed yet. We found a seat on a bench just outside the station building. I managed to get a Wi-Fi signal and posted some photos on Facebook from the previous day. Graham took a walk towards the end of the platform to see if he could verify my memory of seeing the cathedral when we changed train engines back in 2010. He came back and reported that there is not any point at the station were you can see the cathedral. I started to wonder if I had dreamed this, but the memory was definitely older than me starting my research for this trip. I also always thought that we were not at the station but in sidings near the station when the memory was formed. Of course, since then we have all seen proof that this memory was indeed real as Graham found a photo.
Once Graham was back from his walk, I went to check if our train was now listed and in which zone our coach would be. It was, but it was running slightly late so I went back to our bench and carried on doing stuff online. About 15 minutes before the train was due, Graham decided to head towards the zone where our coach would be with our suitcases. He left me to follow him when I was good and ready with the hand luggage. I finished up what I was doing and then I went to join him. Our train arrived shortly afterwards.
When we got on the train, we put our luggage on the luggage rack. That required reorganizing some of the luggage that was already there, but we found space for both of our suitcases. We took the hand luggage with us and put this in the rack above our seats. There was a slight complication with this. When we got to our seat, somebody was in one of them. When we pointed this out, she told us that somebody was in her seat. Apparently there had been a train cancellation earlier in the day and that meant that our train was quite busy. Still, we found two seats together and settled in.
The train journey was pretty smooth. Up to Perpignan, we followed the same route that we had taken a few days earlier and Graham saw another flamingo in the distance near Port la Nouvelle. At Perpignan we had a lengthy stop while the border police came on board. This seemed to be an entirely pointless exercise as they just walked through the train without checking passports. Once we were over the border in Spain, for a while it had felt like we had slowed down to walking pace. However, despite the various hold ups and delays, we arrived in Barcelona on time.
Although we had been at Barcelona Sants a few times before, I could not remember if there are lifts there. I was very relieved when I spotted one as soon as I got off the train. For some reason that lift was guarded by a member of staff, who directed us to a different lift further along the platform. There were a few people waiting there so Graham said he would take the escalator and meet me at the top. This worked great. Once we had met up again, we went to get a ticket for the next part of the journey. To my delight they have now added an English option to the ticket machines for the Rodalies commuter trains. That made getting tickets a lot easier. I had done my research and had found out that they do 10-journey tickets for the Rodalies and the metro that can be shared between multiple people. That seemed to be a great deal. So I got a 10-journey ticket. Graham was a little dubious about this. However, when we got to the barrier, a member of staff asked us if there were two of us, put the ticket into the machine twice and let us through. She told us which train line to use and from which platform, and we were on our way. Again there was a handy lift and once we got to the platform, we did not have long to wait.
Once we were on the train, the heavens opened. This did not bode well for the rest of the day. It was still raining once we got to our station 15 minutes later, but fortunately it was not too heavy. There was no handy lift there and we had to lumber the luggage down some stairs to the underpass and then up again the other end. I also had conveniently forgotten that you had to go down some stairs to get from the station building to the street level. There is a lift there, but unfortunately this did not work. At that stage we agreed that we were done lumbering luggage around and would take a taxi to the port. It carried on raining while we walked to the hotel. Again it felt twice as long as it really was with the luggage. Eventually we got to the hotel and checked in. We were given the choice between the 1st and 3rd floor and said that we did not mind. We ended up on the third floor and actually had a pretty nice view out of our window. We took our luggage to the room and used the bathroom. I checked directions to Park Guell where we headed that afternoon and then we set off. We were nearly at the lift when I realized that I had forgotten our etickets so I headed back to the room to get them.
After this detour, we were on our way to the station. It was still raining, but it was manageable. We cut through a park, which reduced the distance between the hotel and the station a little. When we got to the station, I got us both something to drink from a corner shop on the station approach road. Then we went into the station. Once we got to the platform, we had about 5 minutes to wait, which was just enough time to figure out what the best interchange stop would be. We decided to get off at Placa Catalunya rather than at Sants, as this would significantly shorten the trip on the metro. It turned out that the Rodalies platforms were quite far from the metro platform that we needed, but it still worked out. We got a 10-journey ticket for the metro and then we were all set. The metro was very busy and we ended up having to stand.
